Avalon River's POV
"Can you pass the Oreos?"
"Mmmhmm." I mumbled with a mouth full of chocolate. I passed the Oreos to Scarlett who quickly shoved some in her mouth.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Did you hear that?" Scarlett asked worriedly. She paused the movie we were currently watching and moved off the couch in my room to stand by the door.
"It's probably just the wind." I replied nervously.
Knock, knock, knock.
"The wind doesn't knock!" Scarlett hissed. She nervously tugged her jacket closer around her body. "Do you think it's your parents?"
"It can't be, they weren't coming home for hours. We were the only ones here." I answered. Scarlett and I exchanged a scared glance. Even though we were probably overreacting, I had just been sent a creepy text message about someone knowing my secrets, so I had every right to be freaked out.
"Do you think we should check to see who it is?" Scarlett whispered.
I nodded. "Wait." I murmured. I quickly unplugged my lamp from the wall and held it in front of me.
"Really?" Scarlett said in disbelief.
"What! If it's a murderer at the door I want to be able to protect myself." I said defensively.
"With a floral print lamp." She replied.
"At least I'll have something to defend myself with."
"You're right." She agreed. Scarlett quickly ducked into Aiden's room and returned swinging a baseball bat in front of her.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Don't judge me." She muttered walking past me.
We crept down the corridor to the front door. It reminded me of when I was little and the girls and I would play secret agents. We stopped outside the front door and looked at each other.
"On three." I whispered.
"One. Two." We held our 'weapons' over our heads ready to hit anyone that had come to hurt us. "Three." We swung open the door and were met with the face of a surprised looking Brielle.
Brielle furrowed her eyebrows at us. Her gaze flickered from the two of us to the baseball bat held above Scarlett's head and the lamp held in my hands. "Do I even want to know?" she questioned.
"Nope." Scarlett and I answered.
"What are you doing here?" Scarlett asked.
"And what are you wearing?" I gestured to Brielle's clothes. "Are you expecting it to snow or something?"
Brielle glanced down at her clothes. She was covered from head to toe in various items of clothing, not an inch of skin was showing. A flash of something that looked vaguely like fear crossed her face. She tugged down the sleeves of her cardigan and then the look that was on her face disappeared.
Brielle avoided my question and asked. "Didn't you guys get Charlottes message?" She looked at our blank faces and sighed. "Never mind, we just need to go to her house now."
"Why?" I asked in confusion. Brielle pulled her phone out of her pocket and flashed the text in our faces.
"Do you think she had another panic attack?" Scarlett asked, as she picked up her bag and shut the front door behind her.
Charlotte had been getting panic attacks since she was little. Sometimes they were triggered by things that were happening or sometimes they occurred for no apparent reason. It was quite terrifying to watch her experience them and I can't even imagine what she must feel like when they happen.
